If, around noon, a coconut proa landed, the boys made no effort to unload. “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces. "I'm surprised you've not asked that question before, Sir Rowland. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality in her tone. He reached over and took her hand. ‘Went to the dogs, did Jarvis, after Mary died. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes.
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